Adam is obsessed with this song and has been humming it or whistling it or shaking his booty to it all week.
(And now it’s in YOUR head! Yay!)
It should surprise no one who has read this blog for more than ten minutes that I don’t share his enthusiasm for this particular song, but more than that is the fact that without fail, Every. Single. Time. I hear its familiar strains, (and especially when the hook kicks in,”… Mr Saxo-beat”) all I see is this.
Jon Hamm. Sweaty. Shirtless. Avec saxophone.
ADAM WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?